Godwyn remembered those words. This was his job, too.
Now he stood before the Erdtree. The tree that spanned heaven and earth was right before him.
Light flowed through the grain of its trunk, and grace hung from its branches and leaves. This was the center of the Lands Between, the heart of the Golden Dynasty, the source of all power.
Godwyn suddenly turned to look toward the gates of Leyndell. "It's begun."
His voice was soft, as though he were talking to himself.
Before the gates of Leyndell, Godwyn's knights had already assembled.
Godwyn's double stood before the gates. Like an ebbing tide, the knights clustered around him parted neatly to either side, clearing a straight path to the gates farther up.
Alone, Godwyn continued up that solitary, lofty path. The knights drew their shields together, guarding his flanks.
Godwyn's voice echoed through Leyndell. "As of today, the Golden Dynasty has officially ended."
As his words fell, the knights charged into Leyndell and stormed the nobles' manors, killing every noble they caught.
Godwyn's double laughed without restraint. It was a rare chance to vent, and he wished he could swing his blade even faster.
He had long been sick of these nobles. They oppressed commoners, embezzled military pay, and grew fat under the shelter of the Erdtree, yet even the price of a single arrow had to be inflated a hundredfold. They thought themselves the bedrock of the dynasty, but they were merely rotten wood, hollowed out by worms.
Now that he could kill them, he had better hurry. Before Godwyn fully freed death, he could give them a proper taste of being unable to die even when they begged for it!
The double stood beneath the city gates and loudly proclaimed that he had inherited the throne, and